So The End feels like this

I had my last paper 3 days ago. And the gravity of finally getting over the finishing line hasn’t quite sink in. But the feeling thus far, oh so sweet.

The feeling of waking up in the morning and having nothing to think about. No assignments, no deadlines, no unfinished term papers. Sweet. The feeling of the sun on your face without the burning sensation, that’s what it’s like.

To be able to hop across town, and have couple of drinks with your buddies, without the nagging feeling of having midterms the next day. To be able to read, to skip around, to enjoy nothingness, without the worry of looming deadlines and impossible projects to complete.

The End didn’t quite capture it I feel. More like an end of a chapter rather. Because I know for sure, when I get a job oh, it’s gonna be the same. But that doesn’t mean I cannot celebrate the little victories in life.

It is not true that life is one damn thing after another, it’s one damn thing over and over ~ Edna Saint Vincent Millay

But the unfortunate, yet truly exciting thing about your life, is that there is no core curriculum. The entire place is an elective. The paths are infinite and the results uncertain ~ Jon Stewart

School

This is my last school semester. And I want to do hell lot of things. But with limited time, and limited resources, I can only choose the most warranted things to do in this last semester. In order of increasing preference:

5) Study like there is no tomorrow, play like there is no yesterday. I don’t know how, but I’ll figure out something.

4) Spend more quality time with university friends. ‘Cause I have no idea where they’ll all die off after graduation.

3) Spend less time worrying, and more time doing what’s constructive to my university life, and life after. This includes finding a potential girl to marry, a potential girl to hire as maid, and a potential guy to chauffeur me around. Which brings me to the next point.

2) Dream. Dream big. Dream big without fear. ‘Cause I want to do things I want to do before it’s too late. And I want to start early. As early as yesterday. I have no idea what that means, but I’ll figure it out tomorrow =)

And most importantly; 1) Really, really, really pull one fast prank on unsuspecting undergraduates.

If there is one phrase that encapsulates what I wanna do for this last semester, it would be this: Leave no regrets. In fact, you’ll never see this much fire in my eyes. You’ll be surprised when you do see them =)

Smug Alert

I have seen this South Park episode and it’s freaking cool. Way funnier than the recent episodes. But that’s not what I really wanna say. You see, there is this tutor of mine, who is a complete smug.

So first, what is a smug? From Urban Dictionary, ’cause this word is way too cool to be in other dictionaries.
Smug:
1) Adjective describing people who talk with their eyes closed and like the smell of their own farts.
2) Adjective describing people who always brag about their hybrid car.
3) The gas produced by smug people.
By E. Cartman, South Park, Colorado, Sep 30, 2006.

So I have this tutor, and today’s his first day with my class, and he comes in dressed like a cowboy. A bloody freaking cowboy, with that thing around his neck, I have no idea what it’s called. He doesn’t have his hat though, probably left it with his horse somewhere. But believe me, I have no issues with his fashion sense, just that I hate everything else about him.

He looks funny, but not in a pleasant way. He talks funny, but not like Russels ‘da man, more like a cat stuck in a washing machine. And he is smart, not in a good way, just smart-ass. I guess his ass thinks more than his head, if that is biologically possible. In other words, he is a smug. I wouldn’t be surprise if he drives a hybrid car.

So there he was, teaching probably one of the most difficult section in the module, and with 50 students in the class, and he acts like a smug and started asking people to leave because some of them are gate crashing. But nobody left, up your ass, smart-ass.

And the worst is yet to come. When he was teaching, it was as if he is the smartest guy in the room, though I sincerely think he is way smarter than anyone else in the room. But hey, what’s with the smirk when we give wrong answers, we are all learning aren’t we. Dumb shit, we are, for sitting there for an hour listening to him preach about statistics. Preach, because probably he had wanted us to smell his fart as well but, no, thanks dude.

All in all, I will not forgive myself for 3 things:
1) Sitting through the torturous 1 hour class of his
2) Actually writing down all the crap that comes out of his mouth
3) Actually write a whole fucking post on him, that smug

This post may not see the light of day. Ah, who am I kidding?